Julia Drunina. (№ 368927)

I these boys like brothers
Although suitable sons.
I may not have been in Herat
They did not see the Gums,
Where Gib of assault boats
And, as if in a painful dream,
Rocked, rocked caps
The red salt wave...
Hardly able others
Not knowing the face of war,
To understand that now is nostalgia
And you are hopelessly ill-
What will you remember from now on
Not the same as fighting with bayonets,
And then, as divided in the desert
Water bitter pharynx.
In Zaryadye, in Kuzminki on Presnya
The war is knocking on your door
And, maybe, will seem fresh
You life on "citizen" now.
Forgotten eh sun of Herat,
Foreign home country?
Sharper than water, for a soldier
Confidence in each other needed.
Everyday quarrel, discord
Insignificant seem to me,
Rattle of the Afghan mountains,
Caps floating on the Gums...